Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.